[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Baby, I don't want to have to call you a bitch
But you can bet I'mma do it if you acting a witch
I didn't fuck another woman, so you're pitiful, ish
Better change before we get to some gangsta shit
Checking my clothes for N-O's
You think I'm all up in those hoes
Who love to be giving me demos
All up in my grill
You're making a villain say goddwamn!
Baby what kinda n***a you think I am?
In the middle of a conflict, bitch, you're nonsense
Where the calm went?
I read you like a book
And quite frankly bitch I don't like your content
I don't give a damn about a "he say, she say"
Shae Jones replay
If it ain't she say, then it's he say, he game
9 millimeter heat day
Every time I gotta come home to this
Why you wanna do this?
Never woulda hit it if I knew this
I was never givin' it to a celebrity
Better be down with a n***a wit a earlier 70's mindframe
All about the mind games
Ms. Sherlock always trying to find things
I'd rather be behind you doing the dog style, hit it so hard that you get spine pains
Sluts, is a wonderful thing
But you gotta know I'm a n***a with a lust for green
All your friends say I'm a player, they wanna intervene
But they know when they come at me, they got a terrible scene
Said I had a chicken over Juan's with the KY
Getting high
My reply's you a motherfucking liar
'Cause I was in the hotel all up in the jiggamapie
I didn't lie!